Marvin's POV 

  Stroking it in a slow up-and-down motion, my breaths grew bated with every minute as I shut my eyes.

  Coating myself in the sensation, my hand movement automatically increased with the urgency to reach that peak.

  Then my memory lane went down that night at Ashley's treehouse in the backyard of her father's ranch.

  Hazy flashes of my small lips sucking on flattened brown nipples, her giggles, and little fingers running through my hair.

  “Fuck.” I groaned, roughly stroking my shaft as precum coated my tip, and I got close, to the extent that my hands trembled around my dick.

  Beads of sweat were already gathering on my...